Final PBP Recap

Last Day!  Really, an extra day as the sleep in Dreux was not planned, but necessary.  Another 5 or so hours of sleep, some soup, yogurt, bread and butter, coffee and Orangina, and I was ready for the final forty miles.  This last section is much flatter than the rest of the route, and it was another fine day, and though I still had the cold, my spirits were high.  Saw many people that I had seen over the past couple of days, some were dragging in, most were upbeat and excited to finish.  Even being sick, there weren't many who were faster than me up the climbs - thank you Colorado!  The most frustrating thing was dealing with all the traffic lights as we approached the urban center - after 3 days of roundabouts, the cyclist's best friend, having to actually stop at an intersection was annoying.  You could hear the crowds at the Gymnase about half a mile away, and they thronged the approach to the final roundabout, and huge cheers and applause would go up for every rider as they rode in and under the finish kite.  It was an incredible way to finish, and I'm so glad I did not push through the previous night.  Parked the bike, and joined the line for the final control stamp, a "congratulations", and "see you next time!"

Found Fred, Julie and Colin, with lots of hugs all around.  Shower and 90 minute nap, and much was right with the world again.



Michael & Colin - very happy campers after finishing PBP



Can you tell Fred and Julie are happy to be done?

So I figure I've ridden three different PBPs in one:  1) I raced, and raced well - apparently I was the 3rd fastest RMCC rider to Loudeac the first night in 16h20m, just too bad I couldn't hold it.  2) I toured, and had a lot of fun chatting with riders, setting up pace lines, stopping for food and drink with the locals, taking photos from the bike, and generally enjoying riding through France.  3) I survived - getting sick turned it into an epic, and forcing myself to keep going through the misery and nausea was the hardest thing I've ever done.  And in the end, I finished!  With a pretty decent time of 78h30m-ish despite the illness.  I guess I now have the title of Ancien (a PBP finisher), and my name goes in the Big Book of finishers, dating back to 1891.  Quite an honor for riding a bike around the northwest corner of France.  A bientot!

PBP Recap #4

I awoke hungry from 5 1/2 hours of good sleep.  Throat was still scratchy, but I felt rested and ready to go.  Ate breakfast gingerly, just to be safe, and Fred drove me back to Tinteniac, where I resumed the ride by first going through the control.  I started slowly to be sure I was fully warmed up, and suddenly I was really enjoying being on the bike again!  It was the first sunny day, puffy clouds in the sky, and lots of people were in a good mood with sights set on Paris.  Started off with an Englishman, and we hooked up with an Aussie, and then gathered in 3 Seattle randonneurs.  The 6 of us Anglais formed a nice steady rotating pace line, and before long we had a throng of cyclists sitting on our wake - it was kind of fun leading all the Euros through the French countryside.

Arrived back at the hotel in Fougeres and scarfed down more food.  I was able to take food and water on the bike again, but made sure I stocked up at the van.  Colin had not slept too much, but was well enough to press on to Paris unsupported, leaving Julie and Fred to support me.  He was clearly stronger than me at this point, and waiting for me would not have done him any good.  And I was fine with it as I could go at a slower pace without feelilng guilty!  Turns out for most of the day I was matching Colin's pace anyway, as I was feeling so much better - the endurance training and also living at altitude were paying dividends today.  My average speed increased, and  though sub-60 was out of the question, it looked like sub-70 was still in the cards.

However, between Villaines-La-Juhel and Mortagne-au-Perche, the nausea started to creep back, and I couldn't eat much on the bike.  I took advantage of the food and drink in the villages along the way, but it was soon clear that I was not over my cold.  After Mortagne, I started to crash pretty hard, feeling sleepy and nauseous.  About 11pm I was climbing through a dark forest with no moonlight, and it seemed like I was the only person on earth.  At the top of the hill, there was a crossroads with a war monument, and a handful of cheery villagers were offering coffee, tea and biscuits - "Gratuit!  Free!"  I stopped for a cup of tea, and decided I really needed to be horizontal for a few minutes, so I took off my helmet and curled up in the shadow of the monument for 20 minutes of sleep.  I had left my rear lights blinking, and someone kindly came over and turned them off.  I imagine I looked like so many other riders that I had passed, lying comatose by the side of the road like so much PBP flotsam and jetsam.

I got up feeling better, but it was clear I wasn't going past Dreux tonight, despite wanting to finish sub-70.  I reminded myself that Goal #2 was to have fun and get the most out of the PBP experience - and those last 40 miles in the middle of the night, feeling sick, were going to be miserable and not accomplish anything, certainly not Goal #2.  And right after I had made up my mind to sleep in Dreux, I got out of the saddle to strech my back, and the extra effort put the nausea over the edge - I quickly had to skid over to the side of the road, dismount, prop my self over the bike, and wretch for 10 minutes.  Definitely sleeping in Dreux.

Made my way as best I could to the control where Fred and Julie were waiting.  After all my good time earlier in the day, this last leg was desperately slow.  Got a change of clothes, and told Fred and Julie to go to the hotel at the finish to sleep (Colin had arrived just a couple of hours earlier, finishing in 66 hours or so) and meet me there tomorrow morning.  And literally seconds after they left, as I was walking into the gym/dormitory, I had to wretch again.  The attendant was very nice and sent one of the staff EMTs to look after me.  They had a full infirmary set up to deal with all kinds of physical problems, mostly saddle sores, and they had a few cots set aside there, so I got a 'private ward' instead of the huge dormitory, which looked like a scene from Alien, with cocoons of snoring cyclists stretching away into the gloom.

PBP Recap #3

Did I mention the rain?  From about 11am on Day 1, it rained lightly but consistently for about 6 or 7 hours.  I stayed relatively dry and warm, but somehow it got to me.  I got out of bed at 1:30am on Day 2 with a scratchy throat, a harbinger of the day to come.  That combined with the fact that neither Colin or I got any actual sleep, and we were not off to a good start.  As is so often the case, the first night's rest, or lack of, can determine the whole outcome of the ride.

We set out a little afer 2am, and joined a throng of red lights making their way west.  It's hard to tell at night, but it seemed that Loudeac to Carhaix was very hilly.  Good time to Carhaix, where we found Fred and Julie by the blinking red glow-lights they attached to the flag pole.  Throat did not feel good, but the body was holding up, so I still had hope.

There was no rain, but soon after Carhaix, climbing the coastal hills toward Brest, we encountered a mist/fog so thick and persistent it soaked us as well as any rain would.  That may have been the last straw, as I started to feel pretty poorly with the cold coming on and the lack of sleep.  About 17 miles from Brest, we stopped to call Julie and let her know we'd probably be needing 20 or 30 mins of sleep in the van.  Despite how we were feeling, we made Brest is good time, a cumulative 29hr20mins, pretty much right on track to break 60 hours.

Support van in Brest - don't know if we're coming or going

Well, they didn't have the van ready for sleep, so we decided we'd do that at Carhaix.  I was really not feeling well at this point, and Colin went on ahead in order to sleep more at the next stop.  It was very hilly getting back over the coastal hills, and my average speed suffered along with my morale.  30 minutes of sleep in Carhaix was very welcome, but didn't do much for my cold.  There was nothing to do but press on.

At this point, I could not stomach much food or liquid on the bike, and that's simply a death spiral for endurance riding.  I would eat and drink as much as I could at the support points, and force down small quantities on the road, but it's a loosing caloric battle.  Caught back up with Colin at Loudeac, and as well as support food, we had some pasta and soup provided at the official control.  At this point, Colin was recovering well from the lack of sleep, but my cold was getting worse.  Luckily, many of the villages we passed through set up big tents and sold all kinds of local foods to the riders, so I was able to stop a couple times for nutrition.

At Tinteneac, I made the decision to call it a day.  We had a hotel at Fougeres for the night, but I decided I needed some real sleep to kick the cold - so Colin rode to Fougeres while I took the van.  Hopefully I would sleep well and wake up refreshed, go back to Tinteneac, then pick up Colin in Fougeres, and we'd be off.  But in trying to take my electrolytes and other supplements, the gag reflex kicked in, and suddenly I was emptying what was left in my stomach in the hotel sink.  It was going to be a long final 3rd of PBP.

PBP Update #2

Support:        For a randonneur event, you can only receive support at the designated checkpoints, not anywhere else along the route.  If the riders run into trouble, they have to be able to make it to the next checkpoint to get any help from a support crew (though they can make their own way to a bike store or whatever they need along the way).

So Julie and Fred were providing support for Colin and me.  They had a minivan loaded with supplies, registered and labeled as an official support vehicle.  In PBP, because of the large number of riders, you are allowed to provide support within 5km either side of the control point.  We decided that we wanted to have all our support before the controls, not after.  And we had heard that it can be pretty chaotic, so we wanted to be a few km out, not right close in.  To help identify the van, we heard that a distinctive flag was they key, so Fred took a Colorado state flag and adorned it with some PBP flair.  He turned the central "C" of the flag into a coat of arms, with "Partager La Route" (Share the Road) inscribed in the "C", and a pair of spear-wielding marmots on either side.  It was destinctive to say the least, and got many stares and comments from cyclists as they rode by.

Support van with infamous flag

So the routine went something like: within 5km of the control, Colin and I would begin to scan for the flag.  It turned out that because we were at the front of out group, and Fred and Julie founds spots that were away from the crowds, it was easy to find them.  They early supports were fast, simply an exchange of bottles and resupply of food items, maybe changing out some items of clothing.  Then we were off to the control to get our cards officially stamped, then back on the route to the next control.  We were usually fast enough to be back among the lead riders after the control - but after a couple of controls, the lead peloton was separated into a number of smaller groups.

Somehow, Colin ended up in a ditch between Villaines-la-Juhel and Fougeres.  We're not sure how it happened, but he overlapped wheels with me, I moved to follow the wheel in front of me, and he went down on the chip seal (yes, they have chip seal in France, too).  Luckily it was still very wet, and he slid quickly into the grass, but not without a nice hole in the knee and road rash on his hip.  The Frenchman we were riding with stopped and helped us back up, and the three of us continued on to Fougeres. 

Apart from that, the rest of the day was fast and we arrived in Loudeac ahead of plan, about 9:30pm  That's 280 miles in 16.5 hours.  It was a great start for us, despite Colin's crash, and now it was necessary to get a few hours sleep in preparation for Day 2.  We had a good hotel near the course, which catered to PBP riders by setting aside a conference room for all the bikes.  Shower, recovery drink and a bite to eat, and it was lights out for another middle of the night wakeup call.

PBP Tracking

For everyone concerned about the apparent abandon, don't worry.  It's clear that they've had some big problems with the final stage electronic tracking, there are lots of people listed as abandoned because it looks like they entered many finishing times as 23:04 or some such.  They're probably doing this just to get results out of the system and then manually check them against the control cards.  

As for me, I definitely saw the woman stamp mine and write 11hr and some number of minutes (eyes not working so well at that point).  So my final time will be 78 hours and change.

Right now we've arrived in Nice, where it is a pleasant 75* at 11pm.  Five days of r & r on the shores of the Mediterranean, maybe day trips to Monaco and Italy.  The bike is securely packed away in the basement of a Paris hotel.

Further updates on the ride tomorrow...

You can chose one of three 'time slots' to start PBP.  The 80 hour group is the first to leave, 5pm on Sunday, and this is where the elite racers are, those that ride all the way through with no sleep, finishing in under 50 hours.  The record is something like 42 hours!  Other fast riders can chose this option too, and I know many from Rocky Mountain Cycling Club did.  This group leaves first and mostly stays ahead of the other riders so they can get through the controls with little fuss.  Next is the biggest group, the 90 hour group, leaving at 10pm Sunday night.  Finally, an intermediate 84 hour group leaves at 5am Monday morning.

This is the group Colin and I chose, mainly because the start time is similar to many of the rides we do here in the US, that start in the wee hours of the morning - so it was familiar territory.  Riders are sent off in pelotons of 300 at a time, 10 minutes apart.  Colin and I decided that we wanted to be in the first or second group to leave, so we figured we had to get there about 4am.  A 2:15 wakeup call had us at the Gymnase des Droits de l'Homme at 3:50 and we were with the first 50 riders.  Perfect.

The first riders arrive for the 5am 84 Hour start

An hour later we filed through to get our first control stamp, and lined up under the start banner.  Then we were off, and the first 10 or 15 miles or so is all about surviving the Paris suberb road furniture, and there is a lot of it.  Most of these riders are also racers and know how to ride in a peloton, so it wasn't too bad.  As we got further out, the roads open up and the lead group began to get down to some serious riding.  Colin and I made our way to the front 30 or so riders to make sure we would be in any group that began to separate itself off the front.  Colin in fact rode in 4th or 5th position for much of the time.  We had a pace car and motorcycles leading us through all the lights and intersections, that was pretty cool, like we were in some kind of big race or something!

Eventually, I looked around and counted about 25 or 30 lead riders, and we had left the rest behind.  I was being careful monitoring my heart rate to make sure I didn't start too fast, which has been my downfall in the past, but also I had been practicing faster starts.  Hit my pre-set limit a couple times on some of the longer rises, but not for long, and the pace felt really comfortable.  I saw Colin take his turn on the front for a while, and thought that I'd like to do that too.  Made my way up and eventually the last rider ahead of me pulled off at the end of his turn, and here I was, behind the motorcycles, leading our start group's peloton through the French countryside in one of the oldest bike races around.  It was a pretty sureal feeling.

As dawn broke, we could start reading the jerseys of our fellow riders, and we had a nice diverse group.  Prominent was a group of 4 or 5 Austrians in their country's special randonneur jersey, a similar number of Germans, at least one Brit and a Dutch, a handful of Italians, and many French and probably a Belgian or two.  Colin and I represented Randonneurs USA.

As you can see from the data at the first checkpoint, we rode pretty fast, 30kmh for the first 200km+ (that's 18.5mph for the first 137 miles for the imperially-minded).  In fact, at 100 miles, I saw our time was 4:58 - my first sub-5 hour century.  But in a large group with no long or even steep hills, it felt easy.  And that average includes a 5 minute resupply stop at 80 miles.

OK, gotta go have dinner and catch the highlights at the Louvre this evening, will continue later...

PBP Update

Sorry to have been out of touch during the race, but I never did figure out how to text to Twitter in France, and that really was the only realistic way I had to communicate.

Anyway, it turned into an epic which I shall detail in the next day or two.  It started perfectly with the first day going to plan.  What was not in the plan was getting no sleep the first night and catching cold at the same time.  So that put the sub-60 out of reach, but sub-70 was still possible after I thought I had recovered on the morning of day 3.  That was not the case, it caught back up to me that evening.  Stayed an extra unplanned night at the last control point before riding in this morning in 78 hours and change.

I'm a little upset at not riding the fastest I could, but I'm very excited to have finished despite the obstacles.  Finding ways to overcome the problems along the way is what randonneuring is all about, and I did that in spades.  Hope to have some time to begin recounting the details tomorrow...

Start in 8 hrs

Long day of registration and logistics.  All organized and ready to roll.

Sent from my mobile phone

In the Shadow of Notre Dame...

Arrived in Paris 6am Wednesday morning in preparation for Paris-Brest-Paris.  All luggage arrived safely; found the train; found the apartment; immediately went to a patisserie for croissants.  Then assembled the bike on the terrace under the watchful eye of the Cathedral de Notre Dame.



Not too shabby a location



Sleep was calling, but rather than surrender, we went for a walk to find a local street market.  They were tearing down just as we got there, so we found an Italian cafe for a late lunch, then a little more walking just to stay awake.  Early dinner at a cafe near the apartment, then after 32 hours since leaving Albuquerque, hit the sack for a solid 10 hours of sleep.

Fred and I took the train back out to Charles de Gaul to meet Colin and Julie coming in from LA.  With their two bikes and luggage, the minivan was not big enough for 4 of us, so Fred schlepped back to the apartment via train, while I drove with Colin and Julie to their hotel near the start in Saint Quentin.  I mainly wanted to do this in order to take the train back to Paris so that I would know the stations and if there were any peculiarites to the route.  Turns out there is construction on the RER C line on the section that contains the St. Michel - Notre Dame station.  But they had a free connecting shuttle bus.  Very glad to get all that sorted out before trying to take the bike.

Yesterday, Fred and I reversed that route (with the bike) and met Colin and Julie at the station in St. Quentin.  Colin and I met up with a large group of American riders for a preview of the first 25 miles of the course, while Fred and Julie sorted out the GPSs and maps, practised driving the country roads of France, and met us at the turn-around point.  During the ride, found and chatted with 4 Rocky Mountain Cycling Club members (Billy Edwards, Paul Foley, Vernon Smith, Brian Rapp).  They're all having a big Colorado dinner tonight in St. Quentin, but unfortunately I won't make it back out there for it.

After delicious coffee (for Fred, Julie and Colin, I'm still on the caffeine/alcohol wagon), rode back to St. Quentin for a shower and lunch.  Then off to do chores (hardware store for PVC for a flag pole for the support van ID flag, auto store for a Thule rack for the minivan for Colin and Julie's tour of the Alps after PBP (yeah I know, Colin's nuts), then drove 80 miles out to the first support point so we could nail down the exact location for a swift exchange.

Train back to Paris, arriving about 9pm.  Andria had already eaten dinner, but joined us for a drink as Fred and I had a late meal.  Another 10 hours of solid sleep, and it's time for a little sight seeing before Colin and Julie meet us here for dinner.

So far everything has gone very smoothly, jet lag was minimal, and the bike is working well.  Tomorrow is official bike inspection and registration, and the first groups of the fastest riders leave tomorrow afternoon.  We'll be staying in St. Quentin Sunday night, ready for a 5am departure on Monday morning.

Shawn Gregory finished the Colorado Trail Race CTR in 5 days 15h & 44m on a singlespeed mountain bike

I just posted the Colorado Trail Race CTR highlights and pics on my blog at http://shawngregorymountainbiker.blogspot.com .  Finished in 5 days 15 hours and 44 minutes on a singlespeed mountain bike.

They still haven’t applied a time adjustment for the additional miles the leaders rode and won’t until everyone is in.  It took me about 2 hours and 40 minutes longer to ride that section which should put me in the top ten but I don’t know exactly how they are going to calculate it.

Awesome race!  The toughest I have done!

Happy finisher

Shawn Gregory starts the Colorado Trail Race CTR on August 1st, Watch online

Racing the 470 mile CTR to raise awareness and funds for The NEST:

The Race starts August 1, 2011 at 6:30am!

Watch the race online at http://trackleaders.com/ctr

Click to watch Shawn's progress online

See Shawn's race updates at: http://www.shawngregorymountainbiker.blogspot.com, the blog will be updated whenever Shawn has phone reception and he's not too tired to operate his cell.

Donate to The NEST at http://www.active.com/donate/nest

And yes, All these should work on your smartphone!

The Crusher in the Tushar-5th place

This past weekend I placed 5th place in the single speed open class in a race called The Crusher in the Tushar held in Beaver, Utah. It was a magical place to be for a few days. The event along with the level of competition was equally challenging. Check out the race report on my blog.

http://elfreakofromrico.blogspot.com/2011/07/crusher-in-tushar-race-report.html

5th Place singlespeed in the Breckenridge 100

 Just finished 5th place in the singlespeed category at the Breckenridge 100 (Breck 100) in Colorado.  100 miles and 13,000 feet of elevation gain. Had a rough start and worked my way up from there... 

Check out all the details at http://shawngregorymountainbiker.blogspot.com
See stats at http://connect.garmin.com/activity/99895064

Colorado Death Ride, July 3, 2011

OK, I'm a bit late posting this, caught up in all the excitement of recovery.

The Death Ride was event #2 in RMCC's Triple Crown Challenge Series.  My primary goal was to break 15hrs, with a best-possible-outcome of 14:30.  Also, I was riding the event with a crew for the first time, and this was to be practice for PBP in August.

The 2am start in Ridgway saw 4 no-shows.  So the rest of us headed off to Ouray with the temperature in the 50s, hoping that Red Mountain Pass was also warm.  I started out too fast with the front 2 guys, and when my HR monitor told me I was overdoing it, I backed off, settling in to a comfortable 3rd place up to the pass.  The summit saw temps in the low 40s, much better than last year's sub-freezing temps.

The first checkpoint at Silverton was swift, and so were the climbs up Molas and Coal Bank, with dawn arriving about the top of Molas.  In to Durango at 3h10m, so already had a good jump on my goal.  Finally was able to ride Durango Hill with no problems unlike previous years when there was always something affecting me.  Made it to Dolores before 10am.  Not only was I slowly catching up to 2nd place, but my times were well ahead of last year.  Strong ride to Rico where I chatted briefly with Andre (2nd) before he left - but I had him in my sights!

Grabbed vest and arm warmers for the looming thunder showers, and took off after Andre.  That long drag to the Dunton road was perfect as I could see that I was gaining.  Passed him just after the Dunton road and felt really strong up the steep part of the canyon towards Lizard Head.

Just as the road begins to shallow out after the trailheads up there, disaster struck.  Within 20 strokes, the left side of my right knee, where the quad muscle attaches on the inside of the leg, gave out, and I couldn't apply any pressure to the pedals.  Same thing happened to my left knee during the Last Chance 1200k last September.  By the time I reached the summit, I was cold and had to put on my vest, and Andre passed me there.  I got colder still as I couldn't do any work to stay warm, and the thunder showers soaked me through. 

Got down to Telluride Junction shivering, and sat in the car with the heater on full blast for about 15 mins.  The goal went from 2nd place and possibly breaking 14hrs, to surviving, trying to hold on to break 15.  Took 3 ibuprofin and 2 aspirin and put on all the clothes I had for the wet descent to Placerville with temps in the 50s.  By the time I hit Saw Pit, the drugs had kicked in and I could pedal again.  So at least I knew I'd make my original goal.  Arrived at the top of Dallas Divide with my jacket around my waist, still wearing leg warmers and neoprene booties while the temp had climbed to 83*! 

Kept the leg warmers to protect the knees, but otherwise stripped down for the blazing descent to Ridgway.  Finished with a time of 14:33, while Andre in 2nd was 13:39!  So while I'm psyched with my time, I know I was on track for sub-14hrs.  First place, by the way, was 12:29.

Happy to be done in Ridgway!

So, a great ride, with all kinds of weather to keep it interesting, and some good lessons learned about not going out too hard!  Last leg of the Triple Crown on July 30:  The Grand Loop, 200mi, 15,000' vertical from Golden through Rocky Mountain National Park, Grand Lake, Berthoud Pass, back to Golden.

A big thanks to Fred for crewing, what a difference that makes.  Perfect practice for PBP.

24 Hours in the Enchanted Forest-Post Race Write-up by El Freako

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The 24 Hours in the Enchanted Forest-The Results

Jeff And Paul of Kokopelli Bike and Board Racing Team on the wooden box!!!



The end result: 2nd place for myself overall in the solo single speed class. 13 laps, 208 miles and over 14,000 feet of climbing. Kokopelli Bike and Board Racing ended up with two on the podium; Paul Adams in 3rd. Nice job!!

It was a battle royal throughout the night and into the morning. I was in 2nd place by only a few minutes at times behind teammate Kiviok Hight until he dropped out with a mechanical on his Trek just before the halfway point. Paul was holding steadfast in 3rd place for the entire race. As Kiviok sat there with his broken down bike I just smiled and motored out without eating or drinking any food as I saw the opportunity to gain some time on Kiviok if he did manage to get back out on course which wasn't the case in the end. Bummer for him. Around lap 9 or so Jeff Wood got around me and I was chasing the whole time. After I completed lap 10 at 4am I was in rough shape and had to try to calm my nauseous stomach down by eating some solid food and drinking a Coke. It was hard to choke down the food but I forced myself so I could get myself going again. It took awhile and I was back on the bike after chilling for two hours which didn't cost me any placing as my teammate Paul Adams had to chill out for a bit as well and didn't take advantage of the opportunity to advance in the placings. People were hurting! Paul and I ended up going out together on our 11th lap. This was 2nd and 3rd place going out together. Game on!! Toward the end of the 11th lap Paul had dropped off into his own pace as I kept on the gas and I came into the pits fired up. I needed to close out the race still with two more laps and with the sun shining my energy was renewed. I was feeling great on my 12th and 13th lap with some good lap times but not enough to close in on the eventual winner Jeff Wood (2 hour down time cost me). Teammate Paul Adams kept it going as well to maintain a firm secure grasp on 3rd place with 13 laps to boot. Paul and I were pretty consistent with the lap times with the exception of the down time. Awesome job by the Kokopelli Bike and Board Racing Team!

My flat lander buddy Keevin Blue from Huntington Beach, California impressed all by taking the overall in the solo geared class with 13 laps. He beat up on the local boys while racing on a spanking shiny new 29er Specialized carbon rig. His first ride on the new bike as well as his first time on a 29er and killed it. Just awesome Keevin!!! Congrats!!!

Results here; http://www.24hitef.com/?q=node/10

Myself, Jeff Wood and Paul Adams on the podium.




Keevin Blue and Lenny Goodell post race fun.



Enjoying the after affect.

The 2nd place mug.

The pit.



The private after party away from the race venue. The wind drove us to a new location for Sunday night. Paul Adams, myself and Laura, Dan and Kara Dirtland and Keevin Blue. Kathryn Grohusky and crew ended up up in the same spot as well.



Paul enjoying the post-ride relaxing.

24 Hours in the Enchanted Forest

Jeff Hemperley and Paul Adams on the podium taking 2nd and 3rd palce in the solo single speed classification.

2011 Bailey Hundo, Epic competition

Shawn Gregory just finished 4th in the Bailey Hundo 100 mile race in about 8 hours on a rigid singlespeed (and around 30th out of all the geared bikes).  At the finish there was less than 10 minutes between the top 4 finishers.  Close race in Bailey Colorado!

Tough competition!  Shawn battled it out...

Read more.........

6am start

Denver Post Article

Check out the article in the Denver Post on the Denver-Aspen ride.  Nice shot of the team kit!
http://www.denverpost.com/extremes/ci_18267366

Getting ready for the Bailey Hundo this weekend

Here is my setup for the Bailey Hundo 100 miles mountain bike race starting in Bailey Colorado next weekend  http://www.bailey100.com/ .  Fully stupid rigid singlespeed!  Is this a good idea?  Well see.  I wished I could've pre-ridden the course but looking at the route I'm thinking of running a tougher gear.  http://www.bailey100.com/map.html  Riding on a Schwalbe Racing Ralph rear tire and either a Ralph or Nobby Nic on the front.


The Bailey HUNDO supports three youth biking initiatives in Colorado: Trips For Kids Denver/Boulder, which offers mountain biking opportunities to underserved youth and changes lives “two wheels at a time”! Colorado High School Cycling League, a new resource for high school students around the state to be exposed to the world of mountain bike racing--and developing the racers of tomorrow who will ride YOUR legs off!  Kids On Bikes giving new bikes to children in the Pikes Peak region "through programs that inspire a healthy lifestyle, independence, and achievement”.

I LOVE RACES THAT BENEFIT KIDS LIKE THIS!  If you have a pile of cash laying around, you can donate on my fund raising account at http://www.prerace.com/registration/donation/7299 or as an alternative just take a kid biking.  Thanks!

There is some tough competition!  I'm planning, as usual, to do my best and hope to get on the podium.  It looks like an awsome course.  A large portion of the singletrack is on the Colorado Trail which is always rewarding!


Check it all out on my blog at http://shawngregorymountainbiker.blogspot.com/

This is a proper parking spot if you consider lack of brain cells used to setup a bike like this to do a 100 mile race

Joe Lookingbill Denver-to-Aspen Classic

Saturday June 11 was Denver-to-Aspen.  A big day for me, as I was testing the progress of my low back recovery.  No holding back on this one, a big day with lots of vertical, and goals of a high placing with a good time.

The start was at the park-and-ride off of C-470 in Littleton at 4am.  The climbing starts immeidately, covering 7000' in the first 50 miles to Kenosha Pass.  I told myself to take it easy to start, and I did for a while, but I was feeling really good.  2nd in to the checkpoint at Conifer, and 2nd at Kenosha Pass.  (1st place was long gone, he was trying for sub-10 hours).  The next 60 miles through South Park to Buena Vista were tough - two smaller passes and strong headwinds the whole way.  I was wishing I had gone a little slower just to ride this section with some other riders.  Dropped to 3rd when I had to get some water in Fairplay, and maintained that position to the check point in Buena Vista.

Then I slowly started to run out of gas.  At least there was a tailwind up the Arkansas valley, and I traded pulls with Steve until the Rte 82 turnoff to Twin Lakes.  Really bad westerly headwinds off the lakes nearly stopped me in my tracks, and unfortunately I had to let Steve go.  Needed to regroup at the Twin Lakes checkpoint. 

Again I was overtaken for 4th place by the day's 2nd place women's finisher.  She had just been clipped on the helmet by a camper's wing mirror!  Thankfully she stayed upright, but the camper did not stop, and she was rightfully both shaken and extremely pissed off.  She stormed out of Twin Lakes and went on to finish 4th, a half hour faster than me.

I'd had enough of Perpetuem, so after a Mountain Dew and Hostess Cupcakes, the endurance fuel of champions, I headed for Independence Pass.  I was not feeling good, but recovered on the long rollers to the base of the pass, and found to my surprise that I was enjoying the climb.  Alternating headwind and tailwind depending on which switchback you were on, but a really nice steady climb, topping out over 12,000'!

Final break at Independence Pass

30 downhill miles to the finish at the Woody Creek Tavern, one of Hunter S. Thompson's former hang-outs.  Final time of 12:49, 5th place, and first in my age group.  And the back felt strong!

OK, that's two 5ths in a row - time to step up a spot or two at the Death Ride, the next round in the Colorado Triple Crown series on July 3rd!

Denver-Aspen, 180mi
13,100' vert
Top five:
1. Mark Lowe 10h 4min
2. Andrea Koenig 11h 39min
3. Steve Rudolph 12h 5min
4. Diane Benoit 12h 17min
5. Michael Henderson 12h 49min

Denver-Aspen Start

3:30am check-in at the park-&-ride!

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Left-hand Canyon 400k

As the lone roadie on the team, I'll be posting some of my rides as I build towards Paris-Brest-Paris in August.

Last w/e was my third of 4 qualifying events for PBP.  400k (250mi) and 10,000' of climbing, heading up Left-hand Canyon north of Boulder to the Peak-to-Peak highway, down around Carter and Horsetooth reservoirs, north of Fort Collins, then back to Louisville to finish.

Was in 2nd starting up the canyon, but my goal was merely to finish without stressing my back, so recovered up the climb, topping out in 5th.  From there, 4 of us worked well together to the control point in Wellington (see pic).  By that time we had done 180mi and 9k of climbing in 10:40, and as the front 4 were well ahead, we cruised it in, our group swelling to 7 by the finish.

Total time of 16:02 included 2hrs off the bike!  Usually that would only be about an hour for me for a 400k, so we really did cruise the last bit.  My back held up really well, which was the goal, and still a tie for 5th with a decent time.

Next up, Denver to Aspen this weekend, a more serious race rather than simply a qualifier.  I'll be flying the Kokopelli Racing Team colors for this one!

SSUSA Post Race Report



Hosting competition for 2012.



TR getting his drink on.

DJ  getting his drink on.



 I'll get right to it...bragging rights....4th place!!!

SSUSA 2011 in Boulder was pretty awesome. 100 of the finest single speeders around. TR and I from the Kokopelli team made our way over to Boulder on Friday morning. The event organizers did a great job putting this together with some fun hosting competition festivities for hosting the 2012 SSUSA. Vermont won. East coast next year for this one. Friday night kicked off with a mandatory cruiser ride to a couple of drinking establishments. First stop was Shooters where we drank PBR's, registered for the event and rode a mechanical bull. The bull was intimating but I gave it a go and was put to the ground fairly quickly. Next stop was to a bar in a basement called Downers or some thing close to that. Things got a bit out of control for sure. Getting to bed early for the 9am race start was the goal but 3am comes quick when hanging out with the Niner crew; Fuzzy, DJ to name a few. Wow, I was wrecked trying to get up Saturday morning after a passed out drunken stupor with 3 hours of sleep. If you want to call it sleep. Anyways TR and I drive over to the Nederland High School where the start of the race was to begin. There was some heavy hitters for this one; Fuzzy, DJ, Nick Gould, Cameron Chambers, Robin G, Chad Cheeney etc, etc. etc.....The neutral roll out was about 5 miles up the paved road and over to Rollinsville where we took a right turn on a dirt road and another right where to our surprise was the Dale's Pale Ale motor home blowing his horn. Awesome. No beer for me but Christina Begy was soon chugging one down before the start. For those of you that recognize that name she is a bad ass single speeder. So, Jake gives us a talk about the course and we do a short Le Mans style start and up, up, up we go. The first fire road climb was steep than we turn onto a short steep singletrack section where it is rocky and than over a short snow field. Game on. I had shaken off the drunken cob webs and realized it's racing time. Let's go people. With the uphill fire road section at the beginning the field had fractured apart. There was a handful of us blazing the first few miles with Eszther, DJ, Todd Sadow (Epic Rides Guru) and some others. Soon it was just a few of us. We saw Chad and some others at a later intersection looking for the flagging and they chose a direction that wasn't correct and Eszther found our way with our small group. Back on track and going again. The singletrack was awesome with some creek crossings, tight swooping climbs that were leg busters with the 32x20 gearing. The short punchy stuff was a fuel zapper but I just kept on the gas with a few of us hanging together. We soon made it to the halfway point where I kept on going and Todd stopped for some water and later missed a turn where a lot of others missed as well. I later passed up on the next feed stop where apparently there was margaritas and such but I motored through and a guy was handing out Slim Jim beef jerky so I threw that down for some fuel and kept on motoring. I was soon by myself and caught up with Will Inverso and DJ. Will was fading and DJ punched it and took off. He apparently soon missed a turn. I was up and over the final climbing sections where we were going backwards on where we had descended earlier. A lollipop route. I was to the final switchback and some dude passed me which to my surprise I rolled in at 4th place. That dude took my third! LOL!! I was stoked to get 4th. I was amazed so many had missed turns. I really should have been closer to 8th or 10th place. Nick, Fuzzy, DJ, Cameron, Chad, etc all missed turns (some multiple turns) on the route. TR as well missed a turn and rode a couple more miles. I was diligent to watch the flagging as I have learned in previous experiences it will pay off. Just don't put the head down and hammer. Nick probably would have won as he was off the front at the beginning but FAIL. Eszther finished right behind me and took the women's overall. She is tough!  People were trickling in for the next hour or more and we drank some Dale's fine beer and pedaled our way back to the high school in Nederland in which involved  more climbing on the pavement. The after party was held at 6pm at the 303 Distillery in Boulder.  Great schwag give aways and good times talking to old friends and meeting new friends. What a weekend!!!

Stats:
Miles. 26.66 including warm up
Elevation gain: 3800 feet
Calories burnt: 2000
Beers consummed: A fucking boatload.
Hours of sleep in two nights: 9 hours